"Kid, you're far too arrogant!"
The youth gripped a long staff, glaring furiously at Tang San. Not a single curse had come from Tang San's mouth, yet every word was an immense provocation!
"Enough talk. Come on!"
Tang San did not even spare the youth a glance. His burning gaze was fixed on Wang Tianyi, and he could hardly wait to test himself against him!
There was no suspense whatsoever in the outcome of this battle.
Tang San was, after all, a level 13 Soul Master, and he had the Tang Sect's secret arts as hidden cards. Against a mere level 8 Soul Warrior, he knocked him down in just three exchanges.
Cheers erupted from the Work-Study Student Faction, while the self-funded students wore ugly expressions. Tang San calmly dusted off nonexistent dirt from his sleeve and casually said, "Next."
"This kid's strength is extraordinary!"
Xiao Yan looked at Tang San, a trace of shock appearing on his face. Yet he was not truly worried. He only put on this expression because he wanted some response from Wang Tianyi beside him. Once Wang Tianyi agreed with him, he would send out a stronger opponent to defeat Tang San, displaying the City Lord's Manor's strength and winning over a genius like Wang Tianyi. Awkwardly, however, Wang Tianyi's expression remained unchanged.
Hilarious. If the God King Tang couldn't beat a Soul Warrior, that would be absurd! The next self-funded student sent out was a One-Ring Soul Master named Xiao Chenyu, Xiao Yan's older brother. His Martial Soul was also a wolf, but what Wang Tianyi could not understand was why the city lord, who had reached the Soul Ancestor realm, had not added a Hundred-Year Soul Ring to his son.
Yes, the dignified son of the city lord had only one pitiful white Soul Ring beneath his feet! That white Soul Ring had already begun to emit faint hints of yellow, so it was presumably close to becoming a Hundred-Year Soul Ring. Yet that did not change the fact that it was a ten-year Soul Ring.
Facing an opponent at the Soul Master level, Tang San deliberately displayed his current Soul Power Level. When Xiao Chenyu activated Martial Soul Possession and lunged at him, Tang San's lips curled slightly upward. His transformed Blue Silver Grass burst from the ground and bound Xiao Chenyu tightly in the blink of an eye! The yellow Hundred-Year Soul Ring pulsed beneath Tang San's feet, completely crushing the self-funded students' confidence.
"A Hundred-Year Soul Ring? How is that possible?! He's just a work-study student!"
Xiao Yan clenched his teeth, filled with resentment. Seeing his older brother voluntarily admit defeat out of fear of the poison carried by Tang San's Blue Silver Grass, he felt humiliated, especially with the genius Wang Tianyi, whom he wanted to recruit, standing beside him.
"What are you afraid of? He's alone! All of you, come out! Forget the rules of the match and beat this brat to the ground!"
Unable to accept defeat, Xiao Yan waved his hand, and three more One-Ring Soul Masters emerged from the self-funded student faction. All of them wished to attach themselves to the City Lord's Manor, so naturally they obeyed Xiao Yan without question.
Tang San was completely unafraid. He had already prepared himself to fight outnumbered. Only by doing so could he demonstrate his strength and prove just how correct his teacher's theories were!
He would use these people's defeats to establish his undisputed position as the strongest student in Notting Academy!
"Give me—"
Xiao Yan had only spoken half the sentence when a hand blocked him.
"Brother Tianyi, what do you mean by this?"
"Ganging up on one person? That isn't an honorable method. Even if you win, what does it prove?"
Looking at Tang San's confident face, Wang Tianyi revealed a faint sneer.
"After all, I accepted your benefits and promised you. A true man must keep his word! I, Wang, may be unremarkable, but I do have a little confidence!"
As Wang Tianyi spoke, he took the initiative to step forward. With every step he took, a deep yellow ring rose beneath his feet! Even a blind man could tell that the Hundred-Year Soul Ring beneath Wang Tianyi's feet was far deeper in color than Tang San's!
"Gasp! We self-funded students actually have a genius whose first Soul Ring is a hundred years old? Why have I never heard his name?"
"He's a first-year freshman named Wang Tianyi!"
"And he calls that a little confidence? That's way too modest!"
"Exactly! He's a first-year too, just like that kid over there! He's practically a monster!"
Clearly, Wang Tianyi's appearance gave the self-funded students hope of victory. They did not hold back their praise, lavishing Wang Tianyi with compliments. Wang Tianyi, meanwhile, wore a humble expression from beginning to end, until...
"Hey, what kind of joke are you making? What do you mean I'm like him? Is he even worthy of being compared to me?"
They looked at Wang Tianyi's haughty face.
Everyone: ...
What the hell was this?
Could someone really change expressions that quickly? One moment, he humbly claimed to be unremarkable; the next, he arrogantly declared that the other person was unworthy of comparison?
This guy had incredible talent and seemed quite strong, but was his personality... a little split?
Wang Tianyi's gait changed. It had begun as a measured, square stride, but now it became carefree and unrestrained. Every movement he made seemed to carry an air of arrogance! By the time he stood before Tang San, he had his head raised high, looking down his nose at everyone.
Tang San frowned, his heart filled with rage.
That look again, that attitude again! This guy looked down on him from the bottom of his heart!
But times had changed! Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river; never mock the poor youth! Today, his sword pointed toward the piled clouds; with sun and moon in hand, he could pluck the stars. Tang San was no longer who he had once been!
"Tang San, Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass! Level 13 One-Ring Battle Soul Master! Please enlighten me!"
Announcing one's Martial Soul and Soul Power was the most formal way for Soul Masters to duel! Listening to the gasps around him, Tang San was filled with pride. More than anything, though, he wanted to see Wang Tianyi's expression.
"That's it?"
A mocking laugh was his answer!
"Since you're asking for a beating, don't blame me!"
"Wang Tianyi, Martial Soul: Heaven-Equaling! Level 14 One-Ring Battle Soul Master! As you wish, I'll give you some guidance!"
Wang Tianyi ignored the traditions between Soul Masters, but no one was paying attention to that now. They were shocked by Wang Tianyi's Soul Power and puzzled by his Martial Soul. Xiao Wu and Yu Xiaogang's pupils suddenly contracted. Heaven-Equaling? What an overbearing name! Equal to the heavens—but what kind of Martial Soul was it?
"Heaven-Equaling? I've never even heard of it! Let's see whether your strength is worthy of your arrogance!"
"First Soul Skill, Blue Silver Entanglement!"
The Hundred-Year Soul Ring beneath his feet flashed, and Tang San immediately unleashed his first Soul Skill! He was extremely satisfied with it. He was confident that even if Wang Tianyi's Soul Power was one level higher, among Soul Masters of the same rank, his first Soul Skill was absolutely top-tier! After all, this was the Soul Ring painstakingly chosen by his teacher, the greatest theoretical master in the Soul Master world. What effect could a wild talent like Wang Tianyi's Soul Skill possibly have?
Tang San: Don't underestimate the bond between me and my birth mother, bastard!
The Martial Soul Wang Tianyi was using now was Heaven-Equaling, and his first Soul Skill truly was nothing special.
It merely increased attack power by 300%, strength by 300%, and speed by 300%...
Well, and there was the utterly insignificant Ruyi Jingu Bang, weighing a mere 13,500 jin...
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